Detroit is a much safer city than it was, for the moment. But still, Murphy knows crime doesn't sleep, so his car still prowls the streets, looking for signs of trouble.

And that, there, looks like trouble.

His car rolls to a stop, and he sits for a moment, waiting for the figure to movie. Caucasian male, nothing else. His head tilts, puzzled, as he pushes out of the car's seat, rising to his feet.

"Do you need assistance, citizen?"